Pick the Outfit: Jack frost x Winter Nymph

(Decided to write out something for some feels)

Frost signed slightly, crossing her arms over her chest in annoyance. She did not have the patience to be waiting on Winter to be ‘fashionably late’, so to speak. The floor around her shoes were beginning to frost over as a gesture of her displeasure.

“Careful, beautiful. With the way you’re icing the place, people might mistake you as ‘The Ice Queen’.” Winter spoke gently, hands in her pockets as she gracefully approached frost from behind, sporting her classic ‘easy-going’ smirk.

Frost froze. Her eyes landed on what Winter decided to wear to their annual meet up. A silky see-through shirt. Showing off her slightly muscled arms, leading towards her perfectly sized breast, and her abs. She let out a shaky breath, moving her eyes away from her chest to Winter’s face. Noticing her smirk growing in reacting to Frost caught off guard expression.

“Like what you see Frost?” Winter moved closer, leaning in Frost’s ‘personal space’, “I don’t mind if you stare.”

Frost turned her face from Winter, shyly looking away from her, “Winter . . . I. . .“

“-In fact, it would be better if you touched more than stare,” Winter pulled her hands from her pockets, placing them on Frost’s arms, gently pulling her closer towards her body. Biting her bottom softly as she moved her head to have eye contact with Frost. “Or I can touch you, wherever you want me to. However, you want me to. Fast and hard or slow and soft”

Frost's face felt hotter under Winter's stare, the closeness of their bodies was short-circuiting her mind, and words were making warmth spread without her body only to spread further down. “Winter,” She breath gently against Winter’s lips, having no idea how they got so close to each other without her realizing, “. . . Winter.” She slowly moved her hands up Winter's sides, to reach others towards her back to fit herself within Winter’s embrace. “We. . .” She struggled to get the words out slightly, “We don’t have the time, winter in the human realm has to start soon.”

Winter brushed her thumb against Frost soft plump lips, her expression showed her desire to greedily devour her lips, “ We’ve got plenty of time afterwards.” She leaned down slowly, watching Frost’s expression as she turned her head slightly as if to kiss her, “Can I?” She spoke softly, her hands cupping Frost’s face lovingly.

Frost shivered slightly, moving forward to take the initiative to kiss her first. Moaning softly as their lips moved against each other in a slow dance. Her eyes opened when she felt Winter pull away.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Winter huffed out a soft laugh, “If I knew a see-through shirt would have sparked anything with you, I would have done it a long time ago.” She stared at Frost's moist lips, “I want more with you . . . more than our annual collabs. I want you. All of you.” She rubbed her thumb against Frost’s cheek as she spoke. “I want to be with you.”

Frost leaning into Winter’s hands, reaching up to thread their fingers together, “I want to be with you.”